Brim Over Boot (The Darling Brothers, #2)

by Emmy Sanders

Noah King. The bane of my existence. The thorn in my boot. The man who’s dedicated fifteen years of his life to thwarting me at every twist and turn.

But I’m not sure grief has an expiration.

I did not just get a hate-boner over Noah King. Did I? No. No fucking way.

“I don’t wanna ask. I really, really don’t.”

He’s kissing me. I’m kissing him. And it’s so much more than lackluster. Fuck. Fuck. I have a hate-on for Noah fucking King.

I’m trusting my gut on this.” “And your gut?” he says, a question. “Has latched on to you.” He scoffs. “Like a lamprey.

“The elk never stops running,” he told me once. “Do you know why?” I didn’t, not at the time. “Every creature will find its end, my son. It’s inevitable. But we never stop fighting while we’re here. Like that elk, we fight because every moment we’re on this earth, no matter how big or small, is worth fighting for.”

“My newspaper ads?” Colton groans. “Shut it. They were hate mementoes, okay? Doesn’t mean a goddamn thing.”

“Finally done fighting?” I huff. “Not by a long shot.”